Matt’s Story
The bottle of wine was propped up on the car seat sweating right next to the four yellow roses he’d found to bring Mary. His hand steadied them as he made the corner and then signaled the turn into Mary and Sam’s long driveway. They had a house on three acres which was rather elegant. His headlights bobbed and wove in the early dusk and the shade of the woods through the tree trunks and shadows as he followed the curved drive towards the big Georgian house. Certainly Mary could see him coming if she was watching. When he got halfway he wondered if she was at all nervous or as nervous as he felt right now.
The thought passed quickly since he could see the house and they had made the decision, put the steps in place and Sam was probably about to take a swim with Helen shortly. No more thinking, just experience it and enjoy it if that’s what Mary was interested in. He had the same mental picture of Mary he’d always had, tall at 5’10” and robust with more than a girlish figure but not excessively overweight. She always walked properly and had great posture, carried herself with a great deal of self-control and independence; maybe even strait-laced in a way. Wouldn’t it be funny if her idea of a sexy night was once in the missionary position with the lights out?
The keys jingled as he put them under the mat and carefully picked up both wine and roses closed the door gently and strode up the stairs to the front door and the bell. As his hand reached for the bell but before it got there, the door creaked open and Mary stood there in a lightweight summer dress, smiling and welcoming him with the foyer lights behind her. He couldn’t help noticing how the light outlined her shape through the light dress and all he could do was smile back, say, “Hello, Mary. I was hoping you wouldn’t mind a couple of yellow roses to go with the evening?”
“Matt, they’re gorgeous and you are so thoughtful. Wine and yellow roses, how elegant. Come in, don’t stand out here.”
He stepped in and as he walked by her she turned and he gave her a brief kiss on the cheek.
“How are you feeling tonight, Mary? Everything going well?”
All she could do was shake her head and let her long hair bounce in a most undignified way as she winked at him. “Matt, if you knew how nervous I’ve been since Sam left, you wouldn’t ask but I have high hopes!”
“We sound about the same then. Don’t laugh but I drove around the block once wondering if Helen was really serious about this and that you’d agreed. I had horrendous visions of you and Matt standing here laughing at me at the practical joke you and Helen played on me.”
“Not to worry. Matt is probably going through the same thing and so is Helen so let’s just get the flowers put away and sip a little wine while we talk a little first, okay?”
“Great. Lead on.”
She stepped towards the kitchen with the flowers while he followed with the wine, admiring the hips he was watching in front of him and eventually deducing there were no lingerie lines beneath the dress and grinning to himself at the signal.
When they got in the kitchen she said, “The wine opener’s there, the glasses there. Pour me about half a glass for now while I put these in a vase, would you?”
“Yep. Done.”
He leaned against the marble countertop and watched her stretch for a vase, fill it with water, clip the rose stems on an angle and then spray the four and their greens out in a little fan of yellow on green. “Very pretty, Matt. Thanks again.”
“You’re welcome,” he said as he handed her wine to her. “A toast. Would you like to make a toast since you’re the hostess, Mary?”
She took the glass, stood very straight and not a foot from him, getting very close and looking him directly in the eyes then made her toast quietly but seriously to him. “Raise your glass, Matt, to an evening of certainty, passion and letting go completely.” She didn’t drink from her glass but offered it to Matt’s lips who sipped and did the same to her as he offered his own toast.
“Here’s to gorgeous women in light dresses with no lingerie!”
Something took place that changed the routine Helen had outlined for Matt. One second they were toasting and drinking and the next second Mary was flush against his chest and waist and her mouth was kissing his, seeking to part his lips with her tongue and her hunger. He kissed her back, put his arms around her and rubbed her back from cleft to shoulders and neck as their kiss pushed them against the countertop and communicated their need. When the kiss came up for air, she had a wild sparkle in her eyes and a small little smile as she said, “Still nervous or worried that I might be too straight or not interested?”
He didn’t let her go, just shook his head no and asked the one question he needed to be sure of. “Are you sure this is okay with Sam? We’ve been friends a long time and I’d hate to get in the way of that.”
Her hands were inside the hem of his pullover and cruising his chest as she answered, “Honey, what do you think Sam and Helen are doing or going to do tonight? We all agreed and we’ve all been hoping this would happen. I mean once in twenty or twenty-five years with someone new for fun isn’t going to ruin our marriages especially since we’re open and friends as far as I can see. That settle it?”
For an answer, he reached down to the hem of her dress and picked it up with both hands. “We can swim later. I want to see all of you.”
She shook with a shiver and put her arms over her head and let him strip the dress from her. As he did, he could see she had a tummy and a scar in her bikini line but also that she had these great breasts, something like 42 DD with the darkest aureoles and nipples that had to be a half inch in diameter.
“Oh my God, Mary. You are beyond gorgeous, the earth mother and sex personified! Your breasts are beautiful and how on earth did you know I loved natural hair and lots of it?’
She wasn’t shy as she said, “Thank you but now it’s your turn.” She took a minute to kiss him again then stripped his shirt off and opened his slacks and pushed them to the floor leaving him with a bathing suit and a raging dick. She resumed their kiss and found the drawstring of his shorts and undid it before peeling both sides down and pushing them to the floor. Her hands didn’t immediately go to his cock but instead went to the cheeks of his backside where they cruised the shape and feel of them and the small of his back and top of his thighs before reaching under from behind and finding his balls.
“Yummy, big balls that I’m going to roll over my tits tonight.”
He couldn’t stand it and moved his mouth from her lips to her tits, first one then the other, feeling the bumps on the aureoles and then the turgid nipples now hard and sensitive. While he was doing that with his right hand, his left traced her stomach from naval to pubic and over her mons until the base of his thumb lay at the top of her keyhole, at the top of her opening area where he circled it several times lightly on the dry, hairy area. Each movement sent a shudder and a moan from her lips into his and a frenzy of movement of her tongue around the inside of his mouth until his hand moved down and between her legs where he felt the swelling but not yet the moisture.
She mumbled in his ear as her feet stepped another 8″ apart, “Yes, that’s it, trace my outline and find the prize. Oh yes.”
His hand went down the valley and below her bottom, nearly to her anus with the length of her outer lips before he brought it back up and gently found the gap that once parted was wet, slick and ready. “Mary, this is the best opening I’ve ever seen,” was the only stupid thing he could think of to say as he caressed it, parted it, felt inside her with three of his longest fingers and tried to keep up with the movement of her hips.
She stopped their kiss and looked into his eyes, right hand now around his cock, and motioned him to the center of the kitchen where there was an island. They moved to it and she let him help her sit on it while he used both hands to part her legs as he kissed her beautiful breasts which hung downward and moved outward away from one another with every breath and every shiver. At first, he just looked, kissed her knees then he could wait no longer and put his head towards the v formed where her legs joined her body. Her hands fell on his head and let him know he not only could, but she’d love it.
It couldn’t have been more than a quarter of an inch away when her hair tickled his lips and he could feel the heat from her now very swollen labia. That was enough for him as he flicked his tongue out and slid it between the long, wavering lips midway down her opening then wiggled it and raised his head enough to pull his tongue upward and find what was now a nearly inch and a half long clit standing at attention. When he blew lightly on it, her legs quivered and she shuddered, moaning and saying, “Matt, this is fantastic, fantastic, fantastic” and squirted a half a cup of clear liquid all over his chin as her orgasm overwhelmed her. His head stayed locked between her legs until she came down from the spasms and when she did, she called out, “Put it in me, Matt. Please, put it in me now. I want to do this all over the house but I’ve got to have it now.”
Before he did, he ran the head of his cock over each of her tits and let her suck it briefly. Then, he did something surprising and pulled one yellow rose from the vase and slipped a dozen or more of the fragrant petals off. His hands dropped four or five on her breasts and rubbed them while the other put the balance inside her opening and let them rest there while he repositioned his legs and his cock to put the head right against her long pussy.
The height match was perfect as her legs went over his shoulders and she guided his wide cockhead right into her opening and began stroking and murmuring, over and over. He laid over her, smelling the roses, feeling the petals inside her pussy, feeling her tits and lifting them, pulling the nipples gently. Each time he did, she shivered and clenched his cock with her muscles, saying over and over, rose petals in my pussy, rose petals on my tits, Oh God, I’ve died and gone to heaven.” He leaned over and her mouth insisted in his ear, “You’re going to let me eat that big, straight cock. You’re going to fuck my mouth and my tits with it, here, in the pool, the bedroom and maybe even the maid’s room. You’re going to put this beauty up my ass and give me the ride of my life and then we’re going to rest and do it all again.”
He had no idea where the wine and the time went but by eleven thirty, his cock was limp, her body was spent and they were laying curled up in the walk in closet of the master bedroom, cuddling and talking. “Mary, this has been the best night of my life outside of Helen, you know.”
“Me too, sweetie and I want to do it again sometime. Let’s only hope Helen and Sam have as much fun as we did. God, I love your cock. It’s big and straight and I love it’s not being circumcised. That lets me play with the skin over my tongue and lips and slides it in my pussy like crazy.”
With that, she found some last sign of life in it and sat on top of him, slipping it inside and stroking until she came, clit against his stomach and breasts bouncing wildly with sweat dripping from them.
He just laughed before his thighs had charlie horses and let her flood him with what little juice she had left. “Next time, we drink lots of fruit juice all evening, Mary.”
She collapsed and said she’d probably not be able to walk until Monday then sighed and stood up. “Look at the time, honey. We better get rolling. Helen’s going to be worried and Sam’s going to be here soon. Might work better if you don’t shake hands as you pass after just fucking each other’s wives, at least the first time.”
She stood over him while she spoke legs apart. He casually reached up and put first two fingers then three inside her opening, making her resolve something less than serious as her feet moved to give him full access. When all three were in, he added the fourth then pressed upwards until his thumb and palm were inside where he was now sealed with her labia. She stood still, his entire hand inside her.
Then he made a fist and turned his hand, gently swishing her g spot which was enough to make her lose all control and have one last crushing orgasm that ended in tears on her tits with the intensity of the sensation.
All he did was slowly remove his hand, taste it and then kiss her clit before spanking her bottom and shooing her into the room and getting dressed while she watched, her own hand now fully inside her pussy, knotted and turning slowly. A quick comb through his hair and a wonderful last kiss and they both agreed, he better run.
As his car turned onto the main road, he passed a lone car that looked a lot like Sam’s. He looked in the rear view mirror and saw it turn into the long wooded driveway and wonderfully sexy woman he had just left. He hoped Sam was smiling and tired like he was.
As he drove, the sight of Sam in his car began to shift his thinking from the sex he’d had to wondering how the evening had gone between Sam and Mary. He’d bet it went fine but he’d find out shortly. He was going to be a little bit later than midnight so he pushed the cell-phone button and after two rings Helen picked up. “Hi, honey. I’m running fifteen minutes late but I’m on the way. Have a good evening?”
“Matt, this has been wonderful. I can’t wait to tell you when you get here. I didn’t clean up at all and the smell of sex is everywhere. Rest up on the drive! Oh, how did your evening go?”
“Everything you said about Mary was true except she’s anything but reserved when she doesn’t have clothes on.”
She laughed, “Well, I found out Sam’s about your length in the dick department but his isn’t as thick, has tons of dark blue veins and curves two inches to the right which tickles your pussy something fierce!”
“Enough, already. I can’t wait to hear it. I’ll be there shortly. Wait up for me!”
